As if everyone was afraid I might suddenly lose control, Jenna's birthday dinner ended early.On the way out, Jenna slipped her arm through my mom's. "Carol, I've been craving that rice pudding you make. Can we stop by your place for a little while?"My mom instinctively glanced at me. After a brief hesitation, she nodded. "Sure. Everyone can come over."I stood there, a tight feeling in my throat. For three years, I begged outside that door until my knees hurt. I had cried, apologized, and practically humiliated myself just to get my parents to let me inside.Jenna only had to ask once.We drove back to the old apartment.The second the door opened, I noticed a pair of pink bunny slippers sitting neatly by the entryway. They were obviously Jenna's size.She tossed her coat onto the bench and changed her shoes without a second thought, moving around as comfortably as if she lived there.Meanwhile, as their biological daughter, I hesitated by the door, uncertain if I was even
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